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Wednesday, 8 July 2009
12:07:24 AM (GMT)
10th grade 

As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so
called "best friend". I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine. But
she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. After class, she walked up to me and
asked me for the notes she had missed the day before and handed them to her. She said
"thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I want her to know
that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't
know why.

11th grade 
The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on and on
about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't
want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft
eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags
of chips, she decided to go to sleep. She looked at me, said "thanks" and gave me a
kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be
just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. 

Senior year 
The day before prom she walked to my locker. My date is sick" she said; he's not
going to go well, I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade, we made a promise that if
neither of us had dates, we would go together just as "best friends". So we did. Prom
night, after everything was over, I was standing at her front door step. I stared at
her as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be
mine, but she isn't think of me like that, and I know it. Then she said "I had the
best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her
to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I
don't know why. 

Graduation Day 
A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day.
I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I
wanted her to be mine, but she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before
everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged her.
Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said, "you're my best friend, thanks"
and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't
want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

A Few Years Later 
Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting married now. I watched her
say "I do" and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be
mine, but she didn't see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she
came to me and said "you came!". She said "thanks" and kissed me on the cheek. I want
to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but
I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

Funeral
Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my "best friend".
At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This
is what it read: I stare at him wishing he was mine, but he doesn't notice me like
that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don't want to be
just friends, I love him but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I wish he would
tell me he loved me! `I wish I did too...` I thought to my self, and I cried. Unknown
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